At this moment.
Tang Laoguai stood in mid-air, stepping on a large cauldron. The cloud spirit above his head was protecting him, and there were more than a dozen mysterious forces circling around him. All kinds of strange immortal treasures were emerging one after another. There were more than 30 of them. In addition, one protective formation after another was constantly condensed, enveloping him like layers of mist. In just a short while, more than 100 formations had been condensed.
Gu Qingfeng looked at him and smiled helplessly and speechlessly. He said, "I say, Old Monster Tang, do you have to go this far? Those who know are just playing around, but those who don't know would think that you're about to f * cking undergo a tribulation."
"You said it so strangely just now. How can I not focus on the main point? Why are you talking so much nonsense? Just wait!"
"Okay, I'll wait. Call me when you're done."
Obviously.
Tang Laoguai was not confident at all. Not only was he not confident, but he was also very scared. Especially when he saw Gu Qingfeng's nonchalant attitude, as if he was sure that he would be defeated. This made Tang Laoguai, who was already trembling with fear, even more terrified. When he thought of Gu Qingfeng saying that the 3,000 Great Ways were looking for trouble with him, Tang Laoguai became more and more uncertain.
This kid was already so terrifying that he could compete with the 3,000 Great Ways. Was his little strength enough to deal with him?
After thinking about it, Tang Laoguai waved his hand and removed all the formations that he had set up. He also put away all the immortal treasures and said, "Forget it, I'm not going to play with you anymore."
"What? Are you afraid now?"
"Afraid? Why would I be afraid of you? It's just that I don't want to hurt you when I see that you're so weak now. Do you really think that I'm afraid of you? "
Although Tang Laoguai did not want to, he had to admit that he was really afraid.
It was not that he was afraid of death.
He believed that even if this brat really had the power to kill him, he would absolutely not do so.
However, even if this brat was merciful, he would still be shocked to the point that he was paralyzed on the ground. This was a complete loss of face. Where would he put his old face? How could he raise his head and speak to this brat in the future?
Moreover, in Tang Laoguai's opinion, losing face was a small matter, but hurting one's self-esteem was more important.
In any case, Tang Laoguai had been cultivating for tens of thousands of years. If he was really shocked by Gu Qingfeng, a little guy who had only cultivated for a few hundred years, how could his self-esteem bear it? Once his self-esteem was damaged, his inner demon would definitely take advantage of the situation to invade his mind. When that happened, he would not be able to recover from the setback and become dispirited, and then he would be in big trouble.
For the sake of face, for the sake of self-esteem, and for the sake of his future.
After thinking about it, Tang Laoguai decided not to test this guy. It was better to lose face now than to hurt his self-esteem for the rest of his life.
Seeing that Tang Laoguai had given up, Gu Qingfeng did not continue. He just smiled and said nothing.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
To be exact, Tang Laoguai was a little embarrassed because he was really not sure whether Gu Qingfeng was just scaring him or could really kill him with a single shout.
"Damn it, I haven't seen you for so many years. Not only have your drinking skills improved, but your deliberately mystifying skills have also improved!"
"Hahaha!"
Gu Qingfeng laughed and said, "Tang Laoguai, if you really don't believe me, why don't we just try it? I asked you to try it, but you didn't dare to try it. After that, you even said that I was scaring you. You … The older you get, the more timid you become!"
"You!"
Tang Laoguai glared at Gu Qingfeng. He was so angry that the roots of his teeth were itching.
He really wanted to test this guy's real ability.
But he was really afraid that he would lose face and hurt his self-esteem.
But if he just gave up like this, he was really unwilling and even more unconvinced.
What should he do?
Tang Laoguai really did not know what to do. In the end, he could only sigh deeply, sit back on the stone bench, and say, "Forget it, I admit defeat. Even if you really scare me, I'll admit it. Maybe the longer I live, the more timid I become."
After a pause, he said angrily, "Don't be complacent, kid. You will also be old one day. When you are old and your cultivation stagnates, if you meet a young man with great fortune, you will also be afraid. No, it's not that you are afraid of losing, and it's not that you can't afford to lose, but … this feeling is very complicated and can't be expressed in words. You will understand in the future."
Indeed.
What Tang Laoguai was really afraid of was not losing face, nor was he afraid that he could not afford to lose and hurt his self-esteem.
It was because he had been cultivating for too long, and his cultivation had stagnated. In addition, young people with great fortune appeared one after another, which made him feel very frustrated.
Back then, he had worked hard to cultivate for ten or a hundred years before he could break through a realm. But now, young people could break through in ten days or half a month.
In the past, the Earthly Immortals were a kind of supreme existence. Each of them was a senior who had cultivated for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
But now, not to mention tens of thousands of years, thousands of years, hundreds of years, or decades, there were people who could become Earthly Immortals in just a few years.
How could people accept this?
Perhaps some people would say that after living for a long time, they would get over it.
This sentence was easy to say, but how many people could really get over it?
Unless they were fools, who could accept such a cruel fact that their cultivation, which they had worked hard to cultivate for thousands of years, was inferior to that of a young man who had cultivated for hundreds of years? Other than lamenting the unfairness of the Way of Heaven, what else could they do? The answer was yes, there was nothing they could do.
Tang Laoguai was also a man, and a man who wanted to be strong. In modern times, all things were recovering. Nature's fortune was flying all over the sky, and the Mandate of Heaven was coming. All kinds of Heavenly Legends of Fate were dazzled. Watching some Dixian being killed by Heavenly Legends of Fate in modern times with just a few moves, he already sighed in his heart.
This was not important.
What was important was that back then, Gu Qingfeng's mysterious fortune, coupled with his unparalleled Immortal Demon Throne, and his strength was earth-shattering. Tang Laoguai was both envious and jealous. It was not that he had not fought with Gu Qingfeng back then, but he was defeated miserably. He did not even know how he was defeated. He only knew that Gu Qingfeng, who had unparalleled Immortal Demon Throne back then, could easily kill him. This was a heavy blow to Tang Laoguai's heart.
A few years ago, when Gu Qingfeng was in the Yan Luo Kingdom, he was still not his opponent. In just a few years, Gu Qingfeng already had the strength to kill him. How could Tang Laoguai's heart not be hit?
Back then, he had been completely hit once, and his self-esteem had been severely trampled. Even now, when he thought about it, Tang Laoguai still had lingering fear in his heart.
After hundreds of years of recuperation, he had almost recovered. He did not want to be hit by this guy again.
Just as he was about to say something to ease his embarrassment, someone suddenly entered the green bamboo forest and walked over.
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